Best Railroad Poems

The way is the underground
They say If you runaway we'll you ground
The scary ,weak black kitten
Couldn't step,it is harshly beaten
The days are dark nights
The rays are dark lights
The shining northern star of hope
Is the guide ,a freedom rope

The way is the underground 
The kitten's fugitive...

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The other day I took a trip to visit uncle Joe
A steam engine was a chugging  oh how I love it so
I went and bought a ticket from the man behind the bars
First class I would be traveling among the railroad cars

A conductor checked...

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The diesel locomotive wailed
Like a sick bull as it approached
The intersection; five bellows. 
The dreaded traffic light turned red
And all of us just sat waiting
For this snail-like, slow-moving
Freight train to pass, while the traffic
was backing up to infinity.
Life becomes a standstill in time:
If your appendix...

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Where the Railroad Track Meet 

Grasping, lunging as does a donkey for the
dangling apple leading it forward, I reached
for the ever elusive spot.  That place where
the railroad track meet.  Almost had it in
Idaho before it slipped over an ever so near
horizon.  Came...

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Some pin memories delicately
and precisely like butterflies.
I, however, use railroad spikes.

This morning was spent well,
walking along a high desert trail,
close to some old railroad tracks.
My sister had shown them to me yesterday.

I am looking for signs that I was ever here before
today.
A boot print, perhaps,...

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bathed in still shadows
from an afternoon glow
and wrapped inside splendour 
half faded and gone
this house from a time
remote silent and slow
stands trapped by the past
in a world moving on....

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Railroad Lullaby  


I would rock myself gently
just enough to simulate
the rolling motion of the train,
imagining the click-clack of
weary iron wheels carrying me
off to some distant place,
someplace other than here.

Whistles from the distant switchyard
taunted me, lured my mind,
enticed me to run for the passing train
grab...

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The Abandoned Railroad

By Elton Camp

Its wooden ties are in a state of decay
The rail bed is partly washed away

Nature slowly but surely will reclaim
Then once again all will be the same

Though the rails alone for decades last
Testimony that a train formerly passed

Surveyors and laborers worked...

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From the side of a freight car 
he hangs his indigo heart on the rails 
as the metal wheels harmonize the rain
amidst the rust and thunder...
The message is clear..."Jesus saves-Jesus saves".
climb aboard "faith" away your pain,
get down on brittle knees- be saved.

It's a take care...

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Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, 
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored cap, brass buttons
Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out
One hand on the stanchion
Waving an all clear lantern, nights shining arc
Then crack,...

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Many years ago walking down

railroad tracks with my old dog shep.

We always passed by this old hole

next to tracks that laid over a little

bed of water.

One day shep got to close,

and slid down toward hole,

he was stuck real tight,

I went home to get a rope,

when...

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Down the railroad track
Through the countryside of trees
In a luscious place...

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lit up with the power to attract and excite
and framed by a window of the toy shop that night
a miniature world of trains, bridges and hills
took my mind off the cold from the late autumn chills.

there were signals that moved and tables that turned
and lights...

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The whistles screamed that cold dark night
                                      ...

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In heat
the pulse of your streets.

I've heard the crack
of hard political whips
that pinch the air.

Cores of human topography,
your aging neighborhoods.

Your people kick cans
counting gravel like jewels,

while chiselers roast dogs
in the courthouse.

Swine flu kills
the papers.

And already the sky is
feverish.

In your train tunnels
a violinist plays pianissimo. 
I've...

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